N. The fear that your connections with other people will keep dwindling as you get older; that one by one, you'll all go flying off the merry-go-around in wildly different directions, sailing through various classes and jobs and interests, ultimately landing in far -flung neighborhoods where you'll hunker down with your family and a handful of confidants you see a few times a year, perpetually pressuring each other,
"We should keep in touch".-Gore and violence
-Intimidation and cornering
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MeetingI was never really good with other people.
- I would always put my trust in others and I'd get betrayed, then I'd stumble backwards, step forward carefully, only to get back behind again. My kindness was never a strength for those around me, rather a naive mark I wore with shame. -
The sun shone high but the weather was not particularly hot. Flowers were blooming and trees were fully grown. Something about the delicate wind of mid spring had people gathered outside in comfortable clothes, carefree smiles and kind gestures. I no longer saw stars when I looked at the world but it was a wonderful day to change one's mind.
Back in my younger days, I would have probably gone picking flowers, cooking things with friends at my house or going on an expedition of some sort. Not that it wasn't things I did anymore, rather I did them alone, mostly entirely at home alone. Today was different though; I was going to heaven's arena with a long time "friend of mine". Truth be told, she had not suggested we see a fight, rather we go shopping, but I would not fall for her money trap this once.
At least, that's one of the reasons.
See, it hadn't been a long time when I found out a passion for power and wealth- especially when combined. Back when I was watching Heaven's Arena's fights, The crowd was always wincing and gasping whilst I was smiling. It's the sense of power you get when you finally win- and not just by being a jerk knocking out another jerk- seeing someone with actual potential and a wonderful personality and their grand ambitions, people who want to encourage others to be their best, that was just phenomenal to me.
That was the moment I knew I had to visit the place and meet one, if not THE most powerful fighter of all. Sure, I could have gone to see the match of the bestest fighter at the tallest floor, and I had planned to, but when I found out a new addition a while back, I was suddenly star struck.
Before even seeing him fight, I was immediately attracted by his looks. He was tall and strong (though his clothes hid his muscles fairly well), wore an almost-bored smirk and walked like a fashion model. I would be lying had I said he was not scary in the sense that his confidence could be felt even through a screen, but at the same time I craved to meet him. He held his head high but he did not look cocky at all- rather he was determined and sure he could win.
The perfect stoicism exemple.When I saw him fight I was amazed. He killed a man with cards, handled his arm being cut like it was nothing and did not worry about giving advice and hindsight while fighting! He made sure his opponent gave it his all and, though he probably hadn't given his all, he gave what he needed to give in order to give the other man a death worth of his performance. If I wasn't convinced before, I was now barely leaping out my seat to run to the arena.
Now that this is out of the way, we should get back to the present. Currently, I am walking with a *cough* friend of mine towards the arena. She looked to the shop's windows and glanced at me enticingly from time to time to see if I would bite her bait then looked to her phone bitterly, only caring to talk to me about her nails and her other friends. I regretted having her tag along, but I needed to maintain good relationships, much like (almost) everyone else...
Well, it did do me justice in one way; I was way too scared of coming to the arena, even the city, alone. Middle of the day or not, the place is filled with desperation and narcissism, as much as I wish I could say otherwise.

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